We're here inside Rockin’ Baja Lobster (310 Fifth Avenue, 619-234-6333, at 5th and K.) Easy walking distance from the ballpark. Travis is going, but not before he fills his belly, at happy hour prices.

I get me a beer. Bud Light…dammit. I find out just after I give Chelsea the order that I could’ve had the same size (14-ounce) glass of draft Dos Equis Amber or Tecate for the same price. Four bucks.

“If you’re drinking to forget,” says one of a zillion signs on the wall, “please pay in advance.”

Walls have great Baja atmos murals painted on the brick.

Travis is chowing down on a plate of Gnarly Nachos ($7), with chicken added for an extra two bucks. Plus “sweet and spicy” calamari ($7). In a china handle-plate. Pretty cool.

Me, I’m trying to decide from the happy hour menu.

“This calamari's really good,” says Travis. “Try one.”

I do lift one from his plate. It’s great, squelchy, a little hot, and sweet.

But seven bucks…I go for one of the $3 “outrageous” tacos. Choice is surf and turf, portobello mushroom, fish (grilled or crispy-fried), taco fritos, or one called “taco chingones.” Not sure what’s in there, and things are so flying around here I don’t want to lose Chelsea when she arrives with my beer.

So I just say “Surf and turf,” and before you can say “taco chingones,” the chef’s putting it down, steaming hot, in front of me.